Page 20 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so nasty with that deputy. I mean, I was speeding, and I don’t like those guys, but I’m sureit doesn’t reflect well on you if your girlfriend is a bitch, when they pull her over.”

“First, bitch is not a word I expect to hear from you again unless you liked the taste of that soap. Second, you are not my girlfriend.”

All the softness in her body departed to be replaced by rigidity.

“I’m sorry, I guess I just thought if you were going to beat my ass…”

“Amanda Adams, you settle down right now. I did not beat your ass. You misbehaved and was spanked. You are not just my girlfriend. You are far more to me.”

He’d never felt more relieved when her body lost its defensive stiffness, and she snuggled back into his embrace.

“But you’re right,” he said calmly. “Family members and partners try not to run afoul of other law enforcement agencies, but if they do, they conduct themselves respectfully, and instead of calling their boss, they call their significant other. And once he’s come to get them, they behave far differently than you did today, don’t they?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, nuzzling his neck.

“For the record, if you’re ever going more than ten miles an hour over the speed limit or your speed exceeds eighty, it won’t be just my hand I use to remind you of how dangerous that is. I’ll warm your naughty little behind up with my hand, then you and my belt will have a detailed discussion why you don’t want to do it again. And when I’m done, not only will your bottom be redder than it is now, you’ll have several welts for a few days to ensure it never happens again. Understood?” John watched as Mandy took in the information and gulped.

“Yes, John.”

“Okay, up you get and back to the corner.”

Mandy hesitated, then slid off his lap and went to stand in the corner.

He wondered if she had any idea how incredibly sexy she was, standing there like that. He may well have a lit a fire in her backside, but his cock was so hard, it hurt. He wanted desperately to mount her and bury himself as deep inside her as he could get.

John let her stand there for a bit before he got up and got undressed. Catching her glancing over her shoulder, he merely grumbled at her before she put her nose back in the corner. He smiled again. His Mandy—that’s who he knew her to be. She might be disobedient and willful, but she took well to being disciplined. He joined her in the corner.

“Think you can behave?” he whispered silkily as his cock rubbed against her, and he wrapped his arms around her. One hand tugged and played with her nipples while the other delved between her legs to caress her clit before fingering her soaking pussy.

“Yes, John. Are you done being angry now? Can we get to the part where you fuck me?”

He chuckled.

“One school of thought says when you’ve had to punish your woman, she shouldn’t get any sexual gratification after the encounter. While I know you came earlier in the living room, I know until you feel me stroking you and my cum bathing your pussy, you aren’t ready to be done, are you?”

“No, Sir.” She blushed. “I like it when I know I’ve provided you with that release, and it feels so incredible when you do it.”

“Good,” he whispered, “because I’m not happy until I’ve ridden you through several orgasms, then go balls deep to shoot my load in you. Would you like it if I did that?”

She nodded.

“Me, too. I want you to lean over the edge of the bed and spread your legs. I’m going to mount you from behind and fuck you hard. Can you do that for me?”

Again, she nodded. He backed away, and she turned to look at him. She was an amazing sight—her body flush with desire, her nipples beaded up and begging for the use he would give them later. She turned back to the bed and put herself in position.

Closing the distance between them, he stepped between her legs, ran his hand down between her butt cheeks, and fingered her back hole. He knew she wasn’t fond of that, but for the first time, she didn’t try to evade his touch. He caressed her there, then moved his hand down and dipped his index finger into her pussy to collect some of her natural lubricant. Trailing his finger back up to her dark entrance, he stroked the muscles guarding it. When she relaxed, he gently pushed his finger in to the first knuckle. She offered him no resistance as he gently explored her virgin hole before withdrawing his finger. He thought about doing more, but for a first time, she had been accepting, and he wanted to ensure she learned to enjoy his attention to her there. Stepping away, he went to wash his hands before returning.

When he came back, his cock was bobbing up and down. Once more, he stepped between her legs and checked to ensure she was still ready for him, smiling when her vulva pulsed against his hand, and she pushed her pussy hard against him. He inserted two fingers and heard her catch her breath. Removing his hand, he grasped both of her hips, positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her core, and thrust forward, sinking as deeply as he could. Mandy’s cunt spasmed around his staff as she came, calling for him.

“That’s my girl,” he said as he pumped in and out of her.

“John,” she wailed.

He refused to heed her siren’s call and kept her still, holding her hips as he hammered her pussy. The feel of her muscles pulsing around his cock, and the way she trembled as he plunged in and out of her was exquisite. He fucked her hard through two more orgasms as she pleaded with him to finish with her.

“John, please,” she called desperately.

He couldn’t remember ever feeling for or with anyone what he felt as he drove himself into her over and over again. Not only were the physical sensations incredible, but the need to dominate her and feel her completely submit—not only to his need but her own as well—was overwhelming. He watched as she stretched her arms out in front of her, grasping the bedding.

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